The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The letter lay on the workbench, the wax seal unbroken, the paper yellowed by the sulfur fumes that had clung to my hands for three days. I did not open it. I knew the weight of the ink before I broke the seal, a heaviness that matched the dread settling in my stomach. The furnace behind me roared, a low, guttural sound that vibrated in my teeth, but I was not looking at the fire. I was looking...

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